You could see blue skies from my window. I remember. I would take a break from work, turn my chair to the sun and gaze at the vast expanse of blue spreading endlessly across the horizon. It would occasionally be dotted by green; green trees. I remember. But no more. Now there is only sleet grey. Grey of buildings. And black dots of human beings silhouetted against the glow of their living spaces; “homes” they call them. These buildings, these “sky scrapers” are a solution to humanity’s problems. I know. But they scraped my blue sky away, and made inspiration a little out of reach for me. Unfortunately.